I’m revisiting my “five red tulips in a white pot” series to finish it, and in response to Tuesday’s dVerse prompt “songs of unreason“. The challenge is to use one of the specified lines from Jim Harrison as an epigraph. I chose:
“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”- Church, Jim Harrison
The flame-filled cups have fallen
scattered and spilt
like drops of blood on the porch,
soon dried and scuffed away.
The Persian-green foliage,
bleached to palest straw,
was carried off
by the summer wind.
Now just the five pale bulbs remain,
safe-hidden for their nine month wait,
in their russet-brown wrapping paper
soil-slumbering in the white pot.